He woke up in the early morning hours, determined it was not time to sleep, but time to play. Again! When we turned on his music, laid him down, and put the paci in, he decided to have a temper tantrum. Again! I've lost count how many times this has happened the past week or so. It's his new thing and I'm about to pull my hair out. At first we gave in, picked him up, and he smiled blissfully. We would watch Disney channel until he fell asleep. Last night we let him cry, trying to Continue Reading

It's such a privilege to be able to share this post with you today. I met so many women at the SheSpeaks conference last summer who have been touched by adoption in some way or another. Many adopted children don't know, and may never know their birth parents. Today, fellow SheSpeaks graduate, Lee Merrill shares the words she longs for her birth mother to read. I hope these words bless you, as much as they did me. To my birth mother, I’m not sure what to say as I write to you, a woman Continue Reading

Last week I wrote about the need to cut myself some slack. If you missed it, you can read more about it here. So many of you chimed in and said that you also could stand to ease up on yourselves. But Why is it so hard for us to do? As women, wives, and mommy's, it's just not in our nature to give ourselves a break. The laundry basket is overflowing, you need to fix dinner again because for some reason we have to eat every night, and just when you think you're going to slip into a hot bath Continue Reading

I cling tight to the memories - cherished moments from my past that define me. The person I was before dirty diapers and heaping piles of dishes and laundry. I'm who I am today because I left a small Texas town to live out my dream. I cherish the memories in that small apartment on Cherrystone, where I felt as free and fearless as I had ever been, yet suffocated by loneliness. I cherish the memories good and bad. I looked for love in all the wrong places, but I finally surrendered to Continue Reading

I've only done it once or twice since becoming a stay-at-home-mom. Ignored the dishes piled in the sink, the mountain of laundry in the living room chair - choosing to focus solely on something I enjoy. Monday I spent all day (don't worry, I didn't neglect my son) working on Jackson's 1st year scrapbook. Jackson played with toys under my feet and I cranked out as many pages as I could, because the perfectionist in me says I have to get it finished. It's like the photos are taunting me from Continue Reading